“A traveler is, in the end, a sensualist – more honestly human, perhaps; more openly passionate in response to the world than the person who only occasionally peers above the rut he or she has dug along the course of workaday life at home. “ For years upon years this unknown quote kept staring me in the face every time I opened the refrigerator door and I never grew tired of seeing it - quite opposite actually.
I grew up in a very mid-west town as one of four siblings in a family that enjoyed traveling around the States occasionally by car or train. As with most people in that area of the country, the importance of life was raising a family and staying at home. Back in 1972 while educating myself as a music major I met a woman, Twila, who certainly had a different perception on life. She drove a purple Dodge Challenger for goodness sake. Eventually in 1975 we were wed and started our life together. Little did I know at that time what a “global” impact that would be to me.